Part 1 (Watersports)View OnlineThe Beat StreamPart 1 (Watersports)The door flies open, revealing the cheap hotel room as it smacks into the side of the wall. It’s dark inside, but neither of the two of you can worry about this at the moment. You have other, more pressing matters to attend to. Namely, getting to know one another in more ways than one. In a flash, you pin your mate against the wall next to what you assume is the bathroom door and press your lips to hers, an action she shares right back. “Finesse” may as well not even be a word, as the two of you all but slobber on each other’s mouths, completely lost in the moment. Your tongue twists together with hers, locked in a battle for dominance. A battle that ends far too soon, unfortunately. In only a few seconds, you feel her hooves push on your chest, forcing your lips to part and eyes to meet. Well, at least you think they meet. With those thick purple glasses, you can never tell where or what she’s looking at. Maybe it’s why she prefers them. Maybe it’s why you find her so alluring. Your manager had told you tonight would be rather routine for an up-and-coming DJ like yourself: you would meet up with a rival DJ, talk some smack before the show, and then have a DJ battle in front of an audience of intoxicated bar-goers. Whether you won or lost didn’t matter, just as long as you got your name out there. And sure, the night started out as planned. You met up with Vinyl Scratch, your blue-maned, white-coated opponent, exchanged the usual passive-aggressive remarks, and then performed your “friendly” match to determine who was the top dog in the DJ underworld. However, the battle itself was where the night started to take its turn for the unexpected. You can’t quite explain it, but somehow your music...connected...with hers. Every beat, whine, and pulse you threw out synced up with what she produced like they were made for each other, a perfect call and response. By the time the last beat dropped, you were completely lost in the music; you don’t even remember who “won” the battle. While both of your crews went to work on tearing down the equipment, you slipped backstage to track her down. To your surprise, she had the same thing in mind, and you both found each other in no time at all. You planned on thanking her for the great show and offering her a drink, but she had other ideas. Right when you were within reach, she wrapped her hooves around you and locked you into a deep kiss. You were shocked at first, but in no time you were kissing her right back, the feelings you had from the show stronger than ever. Just like now, she had pulled away before you could get to know her too much, and offered to sneak away to her hotel room just down the road before either of your managers found you. You could not have accepted her offer any faster. “Well, I appreciate the enthusiasm,” says Vinyl, bringing your mind out of the flashback. “I could say the same thing,” you reply with a smirk. “True. I hope you can keep this up for all the fun things I have in mind for us tonight.” Your grin grows wider. “Oh, really? Mind giving me some hints?” “Maybe, but first I need you to unpin me from the wall so I can take care of something first.” “Something?” You raise an eyebrow. “Like what?” You hang on her statement much more than you suppose you should. Perhaps it has something to do with what she has planned for tonight. The possibilities are endless... “I have to tinkle.” ...but this is the one possibility you never expected. Your eyes open wide and your heart skips a beat. “You...you have to...” you state blankly. “Tinkle,” she finishes your sentence for you. “You know, take a leak, water the flowers, relieve myself...pee.” She leans closer to your head to emphasize the last word. “I-I know what it means.” Your eyes shift about, unable to meet her glasses. Did she leave the room’s heater on, by chance? “Great. Now unless you want to sleep in a wet bed tonight, I’d like for you to let go of me. I’ve been holding this in since before the battle, and the line at the bar was insane when I got done.” “Oh, y-yeah, sure,” you reply, a blush starting to grace your cheeks. You take your hooves off Vinyl and let them fall onto the floor, keeping your head turned to the princess-sized bed. You hear her slide back into the regular standing position. “You can go...take care of that now.” Your voice falters as you speak while you wait for her to enter the bathroom and end this awkward moment. “Really now? You sure you don’t want to come and watch?” It seems that sending your mind into overdrive is a second talent of Vinyl’s. “What? Really? Uh, I mean, that’s, uh...” you fumble with your words as your head darts every which way but her face. A soft laugh from Vinyl brings your head to a stop. “I knew it,” she declares with a grin, “You like seeing a mare going to the bathroom, don’t you?” “Uh, well, I, er, maybe just a little...” you struggle to find the words to explain yourself without getting thrown out, but it soon proves impossible under her piercing gaze...at least, that’s what you imagine. “...Yeah, I’m into that,” you finally confess, hanging your head and ears in shame. Great. You haven’t even been in her room for five minutes and your most personal kink is out in the open. You suppose that your time with Vinyl was fun while it lasted. Maybe you’ll spot her working the turntable in a club or browsing the selection at a music convention, and hopefully not have to back up to a prerequisite number of feet when you do. “Looks like today’s your lucky day, then,” Vinyl utters the last word you expected her to say. “What...you mean...” you blink a couple times as you raise your head to meet hers. “If it will help get you good and ready for tonight, you can have a front row seat if you’d like. How’s about it?” “Uh...sure?” you respond. “Lovely. Now let’s get started. I feel like I could burst if I so much as cough too hard.” With that, Vinyl turns from you to the bathroom door, locking the hotel door with her magic in the process. The bathroom door opens magically as Vinyl lets herself inside, with you following close behind, paying special attention to her toned backside as it wiggled from side to side. You don’t know whether the swaying comes from her playful nature or simply the buildup of fluids inside her, but you find it hard to care at the moment. With a flick of the switch, the bathroom reveals itself. It’s standard fare as far as hotel water closets go; a basic toilet sits on the far side, the lip hugging the ground to provide easy access for foals. A square shower with a plain white curtain takes up most of the remaining space, leaving just enough room for both you and Vinyl to squeeze into. “So...there’s the, uh, toilet,” you mutter, still unsure if you’re not just having a very pleasant wet dream. “Hmm...I suppose it is...” Vinyl’s lips curl into an unsure look as she stares intently at the commode (although you cannot tell due to her shades). You notice one of her hindlegs rising up and down at a steady pace, but once again you aren’t sure if it’s caused by her bladder or some second-thoughts. “Um, you don’t...have to do this...” you say, still not quite sure if you are merely having a dream. “I could just...wait outside while you...” “And where’s the fun in that?” Vinyl turns around as she interrupts you, her cheeky smile returning in a flash. You twitch your head back for a split second, your eyes more open from her sudden movement. “Y-you mean...” “I’ve whizzed in front of other ponies before, heck, I’ve even been ticketed for letting it fly in public once. It’s no big deal to me.” She turns around to face you, keeping her eyes and smile locked on you the entire time - at least, you think she does. “It’s just that...a toilet’s a little boring, don’t you think?” “It...is?” you reply, blinking a couple times in confusion. “I normally leave the door open when I tinkle anyway, so how about we change things up a little for tonight?” “Um...what did you have in mind?” you ask. “Well, I was thinking I could make use of the shower and see how well the drain works.” She nods her head towards the bath as she speaks. “What do you think?” “R-really?” You feel warmth going to your cheeks and a certain other place as your mind goes to work on creating mental images of her squatting over the shower drain, sighing in relief as the stream travels from her body to the floor... “...You going to stand there gawking all night?” “Oh!” you jump back again, wondering how long you had spent in your fantasy. “Um, shower’s good, yeah.” “Great.” She gives you a smug grin, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d rather get started before Nature busts the door down calling for me.” Vinyl emphasizes her statement by bouncing a little bit on all four hooves, causing your blush to deepen just a little more. “R-right. Go ahead,” you say as you take a step back, allowing her access to the shower. Not wasting any more time, Vinyl opens the curtain with a quick flash of magic and gives you another sultry look as she steps into the shower. Using what limited space she has, she turns around to face you and lowers herself on her rear legs, her haunches hovering a few inches above and away from the drain, forehooves dangling near her belly, and tail raised towards the ceiling. Despite the limited lighting, her position gives you a clear view of the area between her legs. A simple line of pink stands out from her solid white coat, a harbinger of things to come, you hope. Her teats lie obscured within the confines of her fur, a common trait among mares. For a moment, you wonder why the view of a mare’s privates still succeeds in getting your motor going. Ponies normally go without clothes, and a simple glance at an angle is all it normally takes to get a good look. Though you haven’t seen Vinyl’s special place before, it would not have taken much effort to do so, whether intentionally or by accident. Then again, you still aren’t exactly sure why you find the sight of a mare relieving herself so enthralling as well, but that hasn’t stopped you from thinking about it in many a pleasant night... “Like what you see?” You gulp a bit louder than you expect as Vinyl’s question snaps you out of your trance for the second time tonight. You force your gaze to shift up to her face, which carries a smile that suggests she already knows the answer she’ll get. “Um, y-yeah,” you mutter, your command of the Equestrian language not fully returned yet. “It’s...l-lovely...” “Really? ‘Lovely’, is it?” giggles Vinyl, “Well, what about now?” Out of the corner of your eye, you spot her forelimb moving towards her haunches. Glancing back down, you see it push onto the point where the line fades and pull her gender upwards. What was once a mere pink line blooms into something more vivid and hypnotizing than you ever thought possible. Your blush only grows deeper as you take in the new details of her marehood, including a certain nub trying to poke out between the folds. “I take it that’s a yes,” you think you hear Vinyl say. You are too mesmerized at the moment to be sure. “So, you ready for the show to start?” You definitely heard that. You force your eyes to meet her shades again and head to make a half-nod as you reply “As ready as I’ll ever be.” “Good enough for me,” she says back, “I don’t know if I could hold this back any longer, anyway.” With that, Vinyl lowers her head, turning her attention from you to the drain and her exposed marehood, with you eagerly following suit. She gives one last tug on her privates to ensure proper aim, and then pauses to breathe in and out in an attempt to relax her body enough for her to let go. You feel yourself getting giddy on the inside; it’s only a matter of time before one of your most secret fantasies is finally fulfilled. All you can do is continue staring, noting the slightest tense in Vinyl’s muscles, while you wait for that wonderful phenomenon to begin... “Ah.” A small gasp escapes Vinyl’s lips as a tiny trickle leaks out from her folds before coming to a stop shortly afterwards, leaving a few stray drops on the shower floor. Your eyes shoot open as wide as they can to analyze every last detail, your brain instantly committing the first sight of her pee to memory. This image alone would have been enough to fuel countless “personal time” sessions, and even more awaited you... That is, if more would come. “Is...something wrong?” you ask after a few seconds pass without so much as another drop. You look up at Vinyl’s face and spot a shade of red breaking through her normally white face. A moment of worry comes over you; what if she didn’t really want to be seen like this? Letting it go in front of other ponies in a casual setting was one thing, but to do it solely to fulfill your perverted desires... “No, it’s just taking its sweet time. Figures it would,” replies Vinyl, her gaze still affixed to the ground. “Just give it a sec and...oh, now!” You snap your head back just in time to witness the show start. A small trickle, clear in color with a slight yellow tint, once again seeps out of her urethra, travelling in a small arc and making the tiniest noise as it hits the ground just a few inches short of the drain. The stream is not very strong, breaking into separate droplets before it hits the ground even from such a small height, but it flows at a steady rate, slowly bringing Vinyl the relief she has desired for so long. What feelings of doubt you had about prying on this personal moment fade away as the urine starts to form a trail to the shower’s drain. You had always believed no one else shared your interest in how fillies used the bathroom, yet here was this DJ mare, someone you had only met personally earlier today, fulfilling your request without even so much as a double-take. Just knowing that you’ve found someone who accepts this kink of yours makes you leap for joy on the inside. The fact that she’s actually doing it for you is mere icing on the cake, but a very delicious icing regardless. “...Hhaahhh...” Vinyl’s most recent exhale grows into a sigh, its volume slightly louder than the sound of her tinkling. You don’t blame her; you can only imagine how pleasant it must feel for her to be freeing herself from the uncomfortable pressure she had to endure for almost the entire night. You also don’t blame her when you spot the reason for her sighing: her trickle slowly grows into a full stream, arcing closer to the drain and creating a healthy splatter as it hits the floor. A small puddle forms as the urine flows from her faster than it can drain out of the shower. It’s at this point that a certain scent begins to permeate the air. A smell that makes your face scrunch up as it invades your nostrils, giving it an unpleasant tickling in the process. “Yeah, sorry about that,” says Vinyl, noticing your grimace. “My college roommate always complained my pee could wake the dead with its smell.” “Don’t worry about it.” You shake your head in an attempt to both brush off her embarrassment and clear the stench from your nose, if only for a few seconds. Coming out of your shaking, you shift your gaze up to Vinyl’s face, noticing the red spots breaking through her cheeks. “It just...comes with the territory. You’re doing great.” You offer her a smile, trying your darnedest to not scrunch it up from the smell again. “Well, I’d hope so. I’ve been going potty all by myself for ages now...although I guess you could still call this an ‘accident.’” A mere wave of her free hoof calls your attention back down south. At this point, the puddle has grown quite a bit, almost reaching Vinyl’s hindlegs if not for the subtle slope and valiant effort of the shower drain. Despite this, her nethers continue to produce a healthy flow with no sign of stopping soon. You had heard a rumor somewhere that white-coated mares tend to significantly out-pee their brethren. You aren’t sure where the logic from it comes from, but you are certain that Vinyl lives up to the myth. “Maybe,” you chuckle, “but lots of ponies use the shower as a toilet. Any port in a storm, as they say.” “I suppose so,” she giggles back, “Now that you mention it, I have a story about this one time when I really had to go in the middle of a gig. I bet you’d love to hear how that one ends.” She’s right. Your brain already goes to work imagining how her story plays out, but it soon proves hard to focus on fantasy when you have the real thing in front of you. “Although...looks like you’re having fun all the same,” she says, adding a giggle to the end, and pointing her free hoof towards your chest...at least, you hope she is. A quick glance down your chest confirms your fears: you’ve been giving Vinyl quite the show downstairs, just like she has been giving you. “Oop, my bad,” you say as you try to force your forelimbs to lock together... “Ah-ah-ah! Don’t even think about it,” Vinyl says, putting a stop to your attempt at modesty. “You’re getting a good look at mine, it’s only fair I get the same privilege.” “I...yeah, you’re right,” you reply. Feeling a bit silly, you shift your legs back apart, even further than before. If someone is going to have an entertaining look at it, might as well give them the best view they can, you figure. The conversation comes to an end here, and the room falls into silence, save for the small sounds of liquid hitting acrylic and Vinyl’s occasional sighs of relief. With nothing else to distract you, you return to watching Vinyl relieve herself, doing your best to ignore the strong musk in the air while your heart flutters and your body grows warm in a select few places. Eventually, the flow weakens, decreasing in volume and letting gravity pull it straight down instead of curving to the floor. As the trickling slows into a few stray drops, Vinyl lets out a quick moan as she gives one last spurt before the flow comes to a complete stop. With the show over, you turn to meet Vinyl’s gaze - at least, you think you do with those thick goggles of hers. A trail of red still offsets her face, but she still finds the ability to give you a coy smile in return. “All done,” she says, her voice mimicking the pitch of a young filly. “You mind tossing me some paper?” She nods her head towards the toilet. “I’d grab it myself, but then I’d have to wipe down my legs as well.” “Yeah, sure,” you reply. Turning away from her, you make your way to the unused commode and grab the spare roll of toilet paper sitting on the tank. “Heads up,” you say before you turn back and toss her the roll. Showing off her magical prowess, Vinyl grabs the roll in mid-air, then proceeds to tear off a few pieces and apply them to her nethers, setting the roll on the floor. Once more, you find yourself unable to look away from her as she attends to this personal need. Vinyl moves the paper with efficiency, a mix between pressing down and making small, circular wipes to remove every potential drop. She might only think of it as another mundane chore, but to you, it’s a moment almost as intimate as the act of love-making itself. “Much better,” Vinyl declares as she lifts the tissue away, now marked with a damp spot. “Thanks for the help.” She turns to face you again. “Actually...” Your gaze shifts off to a random corner of the room, “I’m the one who should be thanking you.” “What for? Tending to a biological need and not bothering to shut the door?” “Well...yeah,” you reply, “You’re the first mare I’ve been with to actually do that for me.” “Oh?” Vinyl raises an eyebrow, then rises to her hooves, taking care to avoid the slowly-draining puddle she had made. “I take it your exes weren’t as open to your taste?” “I, uh, never got up the nerve to ask...” “That’s a shame.” Vinyl steps out of the shower, her hooves working their way around her mess, the used tissue held in front of her. “Should have just gone for it. You’d be surprised at the kinds of things your mate can be into...might want to move, there.” At this point, Vinyl and the dirty tissue are now inches away from you. “Oh, right,” you mutter, pressing yourself against the wall as much as you can. Giving you a light giggle from her throat, Vinyl drops the tissue into the toilet and pulls the handle, flushing the paper away, the toilet’s only purpose for the night. “It’s all relative, really,” she keeps talking as she backs up to the door, “One mare’s gross-out is another’s turn-on. Really no reason to be ashamed of what you like, as long as it’s not outright murder or something crazy like that.” “I guess so...” you reply as you take a couple steps forward when a question you can’t help but ask enters your mind. “Hey, Vinyl?” “Yes?” “How did you figure out I was into that? “Saw it right in your eyes when I said I had to go,” she answers without hesitation. “It was that obvious?” Your ears and gaze droop a little. “Not entirely,” she explains, “I’ve sort of taught myself how to get an idea of other ponies’ thoughts through their facial expressions and eyes. It’s come in handy quite a few times, actually. You’d be surprised how much you can learn just from looking at someone’s eyes.” “Yeah, sounds like something I could stand to learn,” you return your focus to her head when another thought enters your mind. “Is that why you wear the shades?” “...Excuse me?” Vinyl drops her smirk and raises an eyebrow. In hindsight, that may not have been the nicest thing to have asked, but you can’t stop yourself from pressing on. “You know, so other ponies can’t figure you out from your eyes.” “Tch,” she scoffs, her eyebrow returning to its normal position “That’s more of a bonus, honestly. I just think I look better in a good pair of sunglasses, is all. There’s no deep mystery to it.” “Oh...forget I asked, then.” “Actually, now that you’ve mentioned it...” Vinyl’s smile comes back. “I have a quick game for you to play.” “A...game? What kind of game?” You ask, unsure of whether you should be curious, excited, nervous, or some combination of the three. “Simple,” is all she says. Without another word, her purple sunglasses begin to glow a deep blue before they lift off her face, revealing a pair of closed eyes. They don’t stay closed for very long, however, for soon they flutter open to reveal two bright red irises, their focus entirely on you. You were wrong about finding her glasses so alluring. Her eyes are the real gems. “Your job,” she says, thankfully ignoring your dropped jaw, “is to figure out what I’m thinking just from looking at my eyes.” “Is that all?” you ask as soon as your vocal cords start working again. “Do I win a prize if I get it right?” “You’re looking at it. So what’s your guess?” You stare into Vinyl’s eyes, taking in every detail big and small, from her ruby colors to the sultry angle that her lids slightly hang. You could stare into these eyes for hours, but it’s only a few seconds before you form an answer that you’re sure is the best you can muster. “Your eyes say...’Come hither.’” At your response, Vinyl breaks her gaze and lets out a noise somewhere between a scoff and a laugh. “Was that wrong?” you ask. “It was...close enough,” she replies, still carrying her smile. “Does that mean I get my prize?” Rather than a simple “yes” or “no”, Vinyl leans her head up to yours and plants a gentle and soothing kiss on your cheek. You could grow to like this method. “Does that answer your question?” she asks as she moves her head back. “Sure does,” you reply with a goofy grin. “Quick learner, I see. Now come on, there’s a nice, cheap mattress we can continue having fun on that doesn’t reek of urine.” “Sounds good to me.” In truth, you doubt the aroma of her tinkle would leave your snout before a day or two at the least, but you can’t say it wasn’t worth it. With that, Vinyl turns around and exits the bathroom. You take one last moment to look at the puddle in the shower, almost fully drained away, then turn the light off and head into the room, shutting the bathroom door behind you, eagerly awaiting the fun times you’re sure to have with this mare.
Part 2 (Sex)View OnlineThe Beat StreamPart 2 (Sex)You follow Vinyl to the end of the princess-sized bed, meeting her as she hops on top of the covers, her shades magically setting down on the nightstand. She turns toward the head of the bed and falls onto her side, her hooves sticking straight out and tail curled around her flanks. “So,” you try your hand at being the first to speak, “What do you have planned?” “Well,” she starts, turning her head to meet yours, “I was thinking we could cuddle up together and fall asleep in each other’s hooves. How does that sound?” The small grin you had drops. “You want to...cuddle?” you say, trying your hardest to mask your disappointment. Vinyl’s straight face disappears as she lets out a few laughs. “I’m just messing with you,” she says between giggles. “You really didn’t think I’d pee in front of you just to force you to fall asleep with a loaded cannon between your legs, did you?” “Maybe for a second,” you reply, shifting around on your hooves a bit. Vinyl’s line had reminded you of how warm you were feeling downstairs, enough that it was getting rather uncomfortable. “It’s not so bad, though,” you lie, “At least, not as bad as the pressure you had to be feeling a few minutes ago.” “I’m used to that, actually,” explains Vinyl, “Some of my gigs go on for almost the whole night, not to mention the bathroom lines are ridiculously long, and I usually can’t get away from other ponies long enough to sneak outside and whizz behind a dumpster or something.” “Dang, doesn’t sound like fun,” you reply. Her trials sound unpleasant for sure, but it also makes you appreciate how easy colts like you have it when it comes to relieving a full bladder. “Eh, like I said, it’s not a big deal for me. If I have to let it go on someone’s carpet in front of a crowd, then so be it.” A smirk grows on her face. “Not that you wouldn’t mind seeing that, I’d wager.” “Possibly,” you mutter while your brain flashes an image of Vinyl doing just that. As quickly as it leaves, another idea enters your mind. “So what about you?” “Hmm?” “We’ve been talking about what I’m into all night. I’d like to know what Vinyl Scratch is into.” “Oh, that...Hate to disappoint, but compared to you, I’m a bit of bore when it comes to how I like to have fun in bed.” “I wouldn’t be so sure of that,” you chuckle, “You said it yourself: It’s all relative.” “I suppose I remember saying something like that,” says Vinyl. A moment later, she lifts her head slightly upwards and brings a forehoof to her chin. “Hmm...now there’s an idea.” “An idea? Any juicy details?” “Plenty.” Vinyl returns her attention to you as she rolls onto her back, keeping her hind-legs locked together while letting her tail fall on the mattress. “Since I’ve already done something that you enjoy, how about we start with you doing something I like?” “Sounds fair. Have anything in particular in mind?” “Oh, I know just what I want.” At this, Vinyl shuffles back to where the wall meets the bed and props her upper body on the pillows. Once settled in, she raises a hindleg into the air, the hoof pointed towards you. “My legs always kill me after a long gig.” Her hoof gives a slight wiggle at you. “Mind giving them a rub for me?” You don’t need to study expression-reading techniques to understand that gesture. You lift your forehooves onto the mattress and prop yourself on your rear limbs. You blush a little when you realize that this position makes your excitement very visible to her, but at least she has some entertainment to go along with her rub. Once you find your balance (what kind of creature walks on just two limbs, anyway?), you take Vinyl’s hanging hoof into yours. Although you have felt it before, this is the first time you can pay attention to how her legs feel without being bombarded by other sensations (like, no, especially her tongue). It’s as warm as you remembered it, but her limb feels more toned than you expected. You never considered Vinyl to be the athletic type, but the more you think of it, the more it makes sense. The DJ lifestyle isn’t the most glamorous, and who knows what kind of creeps hang out in the clubs, waiting for their chance to pounce... Shaking the thought of some perv laying a hoof on Vinyl (well, one more dangerous than you) out of your mind, you return your focus to giving her the massage she requested and deserved. You begin with slow, short rubs between her hock and hoof, little more than a simple back-and-forth motion to whet her appetite. Her coating isn’t the most well-kept in Equestria (not that you were expecting such), but you enjoy the way the individual hairs tickle the base of your hooves as you rub. She appears to enjoy things as well, as Vinyl leans her head back, letting her eyes close and smile grow wider. “Yeah...just like that,” she mutters, “Mind the hooves, though. They’re a bit...ticklish.” The thought of giving Vinyl the worst tickling she’s ever had enters your mind, but you ignore it. Best to save that for another time. Instead, you renew your massage, working a steady back-and forth pattern and adding a circular motion while you find and rub away any portion of her leg that feels even the slightest bit sore. With each knot you locate, Vinyl lets out a relaxed coo, letting you know of your possible future career as her personal permanent masseuse. You could think of plenty of worse jobs to be stuck with. “...And where do you think you’re going?” “Huh?” You blink at her question, but realize what she’s talking about when you glance down at her leg. While you were lost in your masseuse fantasy, your hooves had steadily worked lower, now inches away from the inside of her haunches. “Oh, uh...my bad.” You give her the cutest grin you can, even going so far as to let your ears fold flat. “Once again, I like your eagerness,” says Vinyl, “But you still have another leg to work on.” At this, she lowers the leg in your hooves, and lifts up the other one for you. “Sure thing,” you reply as you place your hooves on the limb. You continue your massage, giving the utmost care into each stroke, and making it your sole duty to remove any sore spots you can find, for this mare certainly deserved to be treated as such. “That’s more like it,” sighs Vinyl, her eyes falling shut again. “Mmm, goddesses, that’s nice.” You smile at her approval of your skills. “Not the biggest fan of ‘DJ legs’, I take it?” “You have no idea...” “Well, you’re talking to another DJ, you know.” “True.” She smirks a little at her own forgetfulness. “But I doubt you also have a thing for nice, slow leg rubs...oh, keep working that spot there.” “This one?” you ask as you work a circular motion on the area just above her hock, taking care to avoid going too far up her leg again. Vinyl responds with a long sigh that you think could be a “yeah,” but aren’t entirely sure. You figure you’re on the right track, either way. “You must have a lot of fun at spa visits,” you muse. “Never been,” replies Vinyl between coos, “Not really my thing. Besides, why pay for an expensive massage if I can get good ones for free?” “Good point...” you glance down at the leg you’ve been working on, starting with her toned flank and moving down to her hoof, left untouched at her request. As you look, you come up with an idea, the perfect way to end this massage. You finish up your work on her limb, taking care to brush most of her hair back in its proper place (though you doubt it will stay there for long) then before she can withdraw it, you bring your face down to the hoof and lightly touch the top of it to your lips. Vinyl’s eyes snap open at your kiss, her relaxed smile dropping into a neutral position as she looks straight at you. You force a squeaky smile, your face half-hidden behind her hoof. Perhaps that was a bit too much... “...You know, I haven’t had the chance to wash my hooves yet.” You try to keep your smile as best as you can in the face of this new, somewhat gross, information, but falter when you recall exactly where you know Vinyl’s hooves have been the last few hours. You quietly thank the fact that you at least didn’t touch it with your tongue. “Don’t tell me you’re into that, too,” jokes Vinyl. “Uh, not that I know of...” Your eyes shift back and forth a couple times. “That wasn’t too much, was it?” “Nah, it takes a lot more than that to kill the mood for me. Now then...” At this, Vinyl’s leg lowers out of your grasp, falling back onto the bed. With nothing to grab onto, you place your forelimbs on the edge of the bed for balance. “I think it’s time we discussed your payment for that lovely massage.” You raise an eyebrow and reply “Payment?” At least a dozen ideas spring to mind at that one word, all of them gutter-minded, save for the idea of outright monetary payment. “Yes, and I think I know just how to return the favor,” she says, her eyes drifting away from you...and towards the very visible, very excited part of your body. You feel your face grow red again, but resist the urge to cover yourself once more. “Okay, so how exactly do you plan on repaying meeeeeaaahhh!” Your body locks in place, your voice climbs a few octaves, and anything remotely resembling a coherent thought flees from your mind as you feel something brush ever-so-lightly against your loins, hundreds of warm, tiny bristles tickling the smooth skin and muscle. Who knew even Vinyl Scratch’s tail could feel so good? But just as quickly as it came, the feeling disappears when Vinyl lets her tail fall back on the bed, leaving your body to linger in the aftershock. “Will this do?” she asks with a tone that suggests she already knows the answer, “I mean, we’ve spent all night relieving only my pressure, it’s only fair we release some of yours as well.” Your reply comes in the form of a few jerky nods and a moan that somewhat resembles an “Uh-huh.” You try to force a smile, but your muscles are too busy dealing with the surge in pleasure you felt just a moment ago to form a more coherent response. “And I suppose you deserve the same entertainment I had for my massage, too,” muses Vinyl. Before you can ask, she repositions herself on the bed, moving closer to you and resting her head back on a pillow. She then parts her hindlegs, leaving a gap wide enough to still see her face. But it’s not her face that has your attention. Glancing down, you once again have the honor of a close and personal view of Vinyl Scratch’s private regions, only more so than at the shower. You can now see the entirety of the pink line that hides the rest of her marehood, and it’s just as tempting as before. “Oh, and one more thing,” Vinyl calls your attention back to her other, less-private, set of lips. You are certain you have the reddest blush you have ever had in your life at this point. “Let me know if you’re about to leave a mess, okay?” “Yeah, sure thing...aaaaah!” Even with an empty bladder, she definitely does not waste any time. Even if you didn’t want it to, the conversation comes to an abrupt end when you once more feel her tail tease your lower portion. She works slowly, letting every single electric-blue hair slide across your loins before dragging it in the opposite direction, working a back-and-forth movement not too different from your massage. As much as you try, you can’t stop yourself from letting out a constant flow of moans and gasps. You eventually give in to the pleasure, letting your eyes close and mouth contort into something resembling a smile while your head leans towards the ceiling. You had never considered the possibility of using a tail for a nature this sensual, but now that you feel one brushing against you, by a mare like Vinyl Scratch, no less, you now wished you had brought up the idea with your exes at least once. That, and possibly your thing involving urine, but the tail idea would probably have gone over better. At least you can say you’re getting to experience this wonderful sensation now... ...but didn’t she also say you had a view to enjoy as well? You force your eyelids apart and lower your head back down to look at the other part of your reward, still out in the open for your pleasure. Despite already being at full attention and being currently, you could swear you feel yourself grow stiffer just from the sight. It certainly is a lovely view, almost intoxicating in a way. You can only imagine how it would feel once the main event starts... ...On second thought, why do you have to wait? She didn’t say you couldn’t do more than just watch, after all. While she focuses on giving you tantalizing tail tickles, you shift your balance as much as you can off one of your forelimbs. With that taken care of, you lift it up and move it toward her bottom, hopefully before she notices. No such luck. Your hoof is only mere inches away when you feel it lock in place, surrounded by a blue aura. “Oh, no you don’t,” says Vinyl, bringing her tail to a stop. You don’t want to, but you lift your head up to look at what could possibly be the worst scowl you have ever seen and face your punishment...except, she’s not scowling. In fact, her smile hasn’t faded in the slightest. “Hooves are too cold and rough for my liking,” she explains with an unchanged tone while her smile takes on a devilish grin. “But mouths, on the other hoof...” You blink a couple times to help you make sure you had heard exactly what she said before a smile creeps onto your lips. “Sounds like you have more kinks than you thought.” A little giggle escapes Vinyl’s lips. “Well, if you’re so eager to please, then I might as well point you in the right direction.” “I seek to give only the best for the mare who agrees to do her business in front of me,” you joke. “Well, don’t I feel special?” says Vinyl. “Now...” Without breaking eye contact, Vinyl leans her upper body into the bed and lifts her hindlegs to the ceiling, leaving a sizable gap where she can still see you. You, on the other hoof, are too distracted by the new angle this gives you. Every last detail of her gender now lies exposed for your entertainment. You find yourself almost mesmerized at the way it shows the signs of a budding arousal, the way a certain wrinkled portion nearly blends in just above her tail, and the way her flanks curve around and complement the entire region. “We going to stand here talking all night, or do you want to have some fun?” She asks as she brings a hoof down and gives a playful tug to herself. You don’t need any more incentive than that. You spread your forelegs apart and lower your head down to the awaited spot. You take a couple experimental sniffs, noting a very warm and distinct scent, one different from the sharp and obnoxious odor that was her urine. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Vinyl twitch a little from your breath. Best not to keep her waiting any longer. You decide to start with another attempt at a romantic gesture, leaning your head right up to her and giving a soft kiss in the middle of the petals. You see, no, feel Vinyl inhale sharply from your touch, as well as a new dampness on your lips, and you’re certain (and thankful) it’s not pee. You keep going, planting teasing kisses up and down the opening, causing Vinyl to make a wide assortment of noises. You especially enjoy the combination of a gasp and moan she makes when you kiss a particular nub at the top, and you have a feeling she does, too. “Mmmph!” You hope she enjoys the noises you make as well, as you once more feel her tail swipe across your personal area, this time along the upper portion of the shaft. At least she can appreciate the vibrations caused from you moaning right into one of her sensitive areas. If she wants to play that way, that’s fine by you. Spurred on by the incredible working of her tail, you work at her labia even harder, switching from gentle kisses to outright licking. You trail your tongue all over, occasionally venturing inside to get a better taste of her. To be honest, you wouldn’t consider it the best thing you’ve ever tasted, much unlike what those dirty novels like to proclaim, but the mere fact that you are getting to do this at all is more than enough to make up for it. You can’t be entirely certain that she enjoys this newfound aggression of yours, but you have a few hints. First, she’s gotten quite a bit louder, throwing in an occasional “Oh, goddesses, yes!”. Secondly, she’s also much wetter than when you had started. The most noticeable clue, however, is the increased fervor that her tail works at, sacrificing finesse and going for raw sensory overload. It’s working, too. With each frantic flick against you, the pressure in your loins builds, the muscles in your legs spasm as they struggle to keep you in position, and you moan even more inside of her. At this point, the ability for any form of rational thinking is long gone, every part of your conscious mind devoted to only two things: How insanely good you feel and how you could possibly make Vinyl feel just as good... ...but you’ll have to abandon the latter thought for now, as the pleasure down below is now too close to the breaking point. “V-Vinyl...stop!” You barely manage to shout in the nick of time. At once, the feeling of her tail drops away before it can stimulate you further. You feel as if the entire contents of your insides are about to fire out of you, but through sheer willpower, you somehow manage to force yourself not to let that happen. You can’t, however, stop just a little bit from shooting out and landing on her tail, the one place you didn’t want it to land. “S-sorry...” you mumble once you catch your breath. You’d say more, but the pain in your loins from holding back so much soon forces you to grit your teeth hard. She doesn’t answer back at first, instead preferring to lift her tail in front of her to assess the damage. Through your sheer discomfort, you notice her white face carries another shade of red and her breathing is more labored than before. “Sorry?” she finally speaks up, with her smile coming back, “I should be thanking you. Last time I used my tail like that, I had to spend a good half-hour scrubbing it clean in the shower. This...” She bends her tail to give you a good look at the damage, “...won’t take nearly as long.” “Oh, uh, don’t mention it...” She lowers her tail and rear legs back down onto the bed and adds a quick “And the licking wasn’t too bad, either.” “Hehe, thanks...” you reply, another blush of your own growing. “So are you good and ready now?” “Why don’t you see for yourself?” She points her forehoof down below. You follow your gaze back down to where you just had your snout buried into, and immediately understand her answer, as well as where the whole “flower” metaphor comes from. It certainly looked more...inviting, to say the least. ...that is, until a strange light appears to flash from it for a brief second. “Uhhh...” You find yourself at a loss for words, and instead choose to look back at Vinyl for an answer. You then notice her horn carrying the same glow of light as her gender did just before it fades away. “Hope you weren’t planning on becoming a parent soon,” she comments with a smile. “Good thing you thought of that,” is your response. “So...may I...?” “Go for it.” “With pleasure,” you say. In almost no time at all, you climb onto the bed and carefully maneuver yourself just above Vinyl. In the process, you see her gaze switch from your head to your other head, and note her grin grow just a little wider. You think you know why; the pain you had felt from just barely holding yourself back is already being slowly replaced with the desire that you’ve been more or less repressing the entire night for Vinyl’s sake. Now, the foreplay was over, and you could finally release that desire in one of the best possible ways you know how. Staring right into Vinyl’s eyes, you gently lower yourself to within inches of her body, letting your member lightly rest just beneath her belly. You trail it down, using the very subtle and very pleasurable feeling of her coat as a guide before it reaches something warmer and damper, letting you know that you’ve reached your target. You take a second to collect yourself for the big moment... ...and push yourself in. “Ah!” Both you and her gasp at the same time, your legs nearly giving out from the sensory overload. You aren’t even halfway in, and already the feeling is far stronger than you imagined. If not for your previous (if limited) experience in this field, you may very well could have climaxed right here. But you steel yourself and, after a quick look at Vinyl’s approving face to proceed, slide your full length inside. The sensations grow even stronger; you can feel every slight movement of Vinyl herself twitch and shift around you, her way of saying she wants the same thing you do: more. You’re all too happy to oblige to her wordless request. Playing to your inner Romantic, you start off with gentle and slow motions, allowing you and her to appreciate the moment much like how those fancy rich folk enjoy wine at a party. The lubrication graciously provided by Vinyl’s walls makes each movement feel almost frictionless, if not for the maddeningly pleasing way you feel them close around you, quietly demanding you to keep going. Vinyl herself, however, is a bit more vocal in her demands than her labia. With each push, she lets out a pleased moan, steadily growing louder and louder. You briefly wonder if you should put this session on hold for a second to ask Vinyl if she knows of any sound-proofing spells, but somehow, you doubt you have the ability to do so. “Hah...ha....f-faster...” “H-huh?” You come to an immediate stop to make sure you heard her right. “N-no more slow stuff, just rut me!” she commands, looking you right in the eye. Her voice has lost its calm tone, and her gaze is fierce and desperate. You never believed you would ever see Vinyl this vulnerable, and yet, seeing her nearly plead for you to give her the release she craves spurs something deep inside you, a drive that reminds you that despite all the civility you have to come to adopt, you are still very much an animal at your core. If she wants to play rough, that’s what she’ll get. You speed up instantly, burying yourself to the hilt as hard as you can. Right away, your actions are rewarded with even more moaning from Vinyl, now almost bordering on outright screaming, along with the feeling of her hindlegs wrapping around your flanks in an attempt to pull you in deeper. Without a doubt, she is the loudest partner you have been with, but at least this way you know she’s enjoying it. Unfortunately, you doubt you can keep up this level of enjoyment for her. As amazing as it feels for you to go all out on her, it has its drawbacks. You can feel your stamina fading away and rhythm growing more unstable with each thrust. You aren’t sure what you will succumb to first: the ever-fading strength in your lower body, or the ever-rising pressure in your loins. “V-Vinyl...” You start to warn her, “I...I can’t keep this for much longer...” “Just a...ah!...Little more!” she says between shouts. At this point, she could no longer look at you, given that her eyes had nearly rolled up past her eyelids and her head was leaned back to brace herself for the inevitable. “Ah...oh-okay...” you mutter. Digging deep to muster all the energy you can, you press on. You couldn’t back down now, not when she is so close. You also couldn’t back down when you yourself are so close, but she matters so much more. “Ah...hah...” Come on, just a little more... “Oh..hah...” The pressure in you inches closer to the point of no return, but just a few more thrusts... “Ah..oh...Oh, BUCK YES!!” Several things at happen at once: Vinyl gives the loudest scream she’s made all night; her body writhes and pulsates all over; her hindlegs and inner walls squeeze you as hard as they can; and you feel a certain liquid drench your already-coated shaft. “Ah-haaaaaahhh!” That did it. All the pressure and pleasure that had been mounting in explodes, obliterating every other thought and sensation in your body. You feel as if every single nerve in you has moved into one singular point, crying out in sheer pleasure as round after round of your seed bursts within her. Eventually, both of you come down from your peaks. Vinyl lets her eyes shut and legs fall onto the bed, her body still very sensitive to the slightest touch. You, however, feel only one thing, and that is pure exhaustion as all the effort you took to get the two of you to climax catches up to you. You cannot even comprehend what you are doing, or even what just happened. Though your body may be on a bed, you feel as though you are somewhere far away, not quite asleep but not awake, either. You don’t even recall withdrawing from her, the walls still trying to clench down on you as if reluctant to let you go, and falling onto the bed, your eyes immediately shutting. The only things you can focus on are the steady and labored pants and breaths from the two of you, and the feelings of goodness that still sweep through your exhausted body. The rest of the world is black.
Part 3 (Pillow-Talk)View OnlineThe Beat StreamPart 3 (Pillow-Talk)...What a crazy dream. You let a smile form as you stir into consciousness, the bright sunlight beating against your closed eyes letting you know it is now the next morning. Your whole body feels heavy and tired, but oddly soothing at the same time. The mental images your mind produced last night still flash before you, the details so vivid you can almost feel the fur of your imagined lover against you and smell the acrid stench of her bodily fluids on the floor of the cheap shower now. If only the real Vinyl Scratch knew the things you thought about doing with her, and letting her do in front of you...well, she’d probably think you were a massive pig, but you would always have your fantasies. Sadly, your fantasies will have to give way to reality as you remember your duties for today, including letting your manager know in exact detail where the hay you went to last night after the battle... …Come to think of it, where did you go last night? In fact, where are you right now? You decide that opening your eyes would be a good start to answering these questions. Using much more effort than you expect, you slowly force your eyelids apart... “Good morning.” ...and find a pair of red eyes staring back at you. “V-Vinyl!?” Your eyes shoot open at the sight of the very mare you had not expected to see, her blue mane a cute mess and what coat that wasn’t hidden under the covers ruffled playfully. “Sleep well?” She asks with a smile. “Wait...” you reply as the memories of last night flood back into your mind. “We...all that...happened...right?” “You mean you watching me take a leak in the shower and then passing out right after a bit of fooling around? I think I recall something like that occurring.” She lifts her head off the pillow and gives you an inquisitive look. “We aren’t having some second thoughts, are we?” “No, nothing like that!” You shake your head. “It’s just...that night was...” “Yes?” “It was...awesome...” You allow a goofy smile to form. “I thought it had to have been a dream.” Another half-laugh half-scoff escapes Vinyl’s lips as she rolls onto her back. “Well, that’s the first I’ve ever been complimented like that.” “Seriously?” You blink and raise an eyebrow. “Your partners must’ve had some ridiculously high standards or something.” “Perhaps...” she turns her head back to meet yours, “Although to be fair, I haven’t quite been with enough partners to say something like that.” “Wha-really?” You blink. “You find that surprising? Don’t tell me you think I’m one of those loose mares who humps somepony just because they have a shred of talent in them.” “Well, that...might have been the impression I got a little last night...” you admit. She stares at you for what seems like an eternity before she smiles again, much to you relief. “Okay, I admit this might have all happened a bit sooner than it does for most ponies,” says Vinyl, “But I do stick to one rule that most whorses don’t.” “And that is...” She lifts her foreleg up and lays it across your shoulder. “I don’t screw anypony I don’t plan on getting into a relationship with.” “R-really?” You ask, your voice faltering for just a moment as a warm feeling comes over you. It’s that same feeling from the battle, that strange sense of everything you do with her connecting in all the right ways. It’s as if it would feel natural even if you were to leap off Canterlot Mountain and straight into the valleys below as long as she made the jump with you. Hopefully, it wouldn’t have to come to that, but you doubt you could complain if it does... You also experience another warm feeling, this one more localized. Specifically, it’s on your visible cheek, and it comes from an external source, namely the lips of Vinyl Scratch. “Does that answer your question?” She asks as she pulls away all too quickly. “What, no kiss on the mouth?” You reply, trying your best to act cool despite another goofy smile making its way onto your face. “Not when I know where those lips have been.” “Ah, good point...” You can’t fault Vinyl for having some standards. “Besides...” Her eyelids lower and her smile turns into a grin, “We both know I’m the only one with any skill.” “Is that so?” you respond with a mischievous smirk of your own. “As I recall, I think I surpassed you quite easily.” “Maybe that night you did,” replies Vinyl without missing a beat, “but only because I was holding back. If I had shown you even half my other moves, you wouldn’t have lasted ten seconds against me.” “I wasn’t referring to the DJ battle.” You give a quick wink. As far as you were concerned, she could have that victory. “Neither was I,” is her response, her expression not wavering in the slightest. Your grin grows wider as another thought comes to mind. “Is that so? Then what do you say to a rematch and showing me some of those moves?” “Maybe in a bit...but for now, I have a much better idea.” With that, Vinyl shuffles closer to you until parts of your bodies touch together, leaving your faces mere centimeters apart. You stare right into her half-lidded ruby-red eyes for a second before she leans just about your face and whispers a simple sentence right into your ear. Your grin of confidence turns into a childish and giddy smile as you replay the sentence in your mind over and over again, smooth voice and all: “I have to tinkle again.” ________________________________________________________________________________ Author's Note: You now have a thing for DJ battles and waiting forever for a clopfic to be made. Hopefully you don't have a urine fetish, though, because EWWWWWWWWWW, GROSS!
